The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 1062 Charis Order

It was raining nonstop in Barnes in the past few days.

While Vivian was driving to the Larson Group’s building, the drizzle outside gradually turned intotorrential rain. Suddenly, a familiar figure of a woman appeared on the road.

Like always, she was elegantly dressed and was holding an umbrella to shield herself from the rain.Vivian watched as the woman joined the crowd not far away.

When she saw the woman’s face, her eyes widened in shock. “Miss Turner?” she mumbled to herself.

But the next second, Charts’ figure disappeared into the crowd.

Without thinking, Vivian rushed out of the car and followed Charts. “Miss Turner, wait! Did you poisonMr. Larson? Tell me!”

Theories flooded Vivian’s mind one after another. She wanted to replace out the truth right then and there,but Charts seemed to have vanished in thin air.

All of a sudden, Vivian felt a cold hand slap her back. She instinctively looked back and saw Chartsstanding behind her.

In a blink of an eye, Charis appeared in front of Vivian, reached out her hands, and tried to strangleVivian. “Why didn’t you take revenge for me? Why?! You even betrayed me.”

Charis’ delicate face looked so ferocious right now. It was unlike the gentle and elegant woman Vivianremembered. She was terrifying.

Meanwhile, Vivian could not breathe. Just as she felt she was going to pass out, she jolted awake.

It was a dream!

Vivian touched her neck and took deep breaths. Her nightmare felt so real that her body broke into acold sweat.

At this moment, she looked outside the window and saw it was still dark. In a daze, she went to thebathroom and splashed her face with ice cold water. Before dawn, Vivian drove into a villa in thesuburbs. It was one of the Turner family’s properties as well. “Is he still fighting back?” Vivian askedone of her subordinates. She couldn’t fall asleep after having that nightmare, so she decided to comehere.

“I’ve tied him up, but he wouldn’t shut up.”

Vivian dismissed her subordinates and opened the iron door to the basement. As she did so, a stinkwafted into her senses.

Upon hearing the door open, the blindfolded man shouted, “Why did you kidnap me? Mr. Larson, Ididn’t do anything! I swear to God I’m innocent!”

With a sneer tugging at the corners of Vivian’s mouth, she dragged a chair for her to sit in front of theman. “If you didn’t do anything, why did you leave your hometown and feign your death, leaving your70-year-old mother alone? The salary of a rescue team isn’t low as far as I know.”

A long time ago, when Janet was in danger, Brandon personally participated in the search. But forsome unknown reason, he fainted on the rescue ship.

After the investigation, Vivian realized that Arion Quinn, the man who had offered Brandon the drinkbefore he fainted and lost his memory, was suspicious.

What made it more baffling was that after the incident, Arion “died” in an accident. Just when Vivianthought she had reached a dead end, Arion reappeared in Barnes about a year later.

At this moment, Vivian yanked Arion’s blindfold off.

When he saw that the person in front of him was not Brandon nor one of his subordinates, a perplexedlook flashed across Arion’s face. “Wait a minute. You’re not Brandon’s subordinate!” he exclaimed.

The truth was, it was Charis who had asked Arion to fake his death and flee the country. Of course, heobediently did as told. After all, this country was Brandon’s territory. As long as Arion was here,Brandon would catch him in whichever city he fled to.

Arion lived a happy and prosperous life abroad with Chari’ help. However, his mother diedunexpectedly, so he had no choice but to go back to the country and arrange her funeral. Because ofthis, he was caught as soon as he got off the plane.

He was in a state of panic after he was caught. He had a feeling that Brandon was behind all of this. Tohis surprise, Brandon was not here but a strange woman.

“Who are you?” he asked with confusion written all over his face.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.” Vivian grabbed Arion’s collar and queried, “What did Charis ask you to doback then? Did you lace Brandon’s drink because you have something against him?”

Arion was shocked to hear such an accusation, but he immediately denied it. “What the hell are youtalking about? I’m just a rescuer. How could you accuse me of doing such a thing?!”

“I know you don’t want to admit what you’ve done because I’m not Brandon. But I can still use hismeans to make you talk. Let’s see how long you can hold out,” Vivian sneered.

Without waiting for Arion’s response, she turned around and slammed the door shut. She then orderedthe guards not to give him any food or water until he confessed.

Arion held on for two days before giving up.

“Fine. I’ll tell you everything. Since Charis is dead, nobody will come to make trouble for me even if I tellyou everything.” He took a deep breath and began recalling the story. “That day, Charis gave me asmall vial and asked me to pour its contents into Brandon’s drink. Before you ask, I did it for money. Ithought she just wanted a night with him or something, and it was, you know, that kind of drug she gaveme. But after quite some time, I heard from my fellow rescuer that Brandon had lost his memory.”

Arion could no longer bear his thirst. He swallowed hard and stared at the bottle of water in Vivian’shand longingly. “Being rich is amazing. Rich people can get whatever they want, even things you don’tknow existed.”

Vivian had heard enough. She expressionlessly threw the bottle to the ground, and Arion crawled overto pick it up.

“How could this be?” she mumbled while taking deep breaths.

How could Charis do such a cruel thing to Brandon? Could it be that Charis Turner, the woman Vivianhad respected most the whole time, was actually scheming and evil?